Goa

A little traffic in Goa



Bridie the beast after a long day soaking up the sun



Presents for the Germans



A market in Old Goa



One of the many churches in Goa



Locals unloading a boat full of clay



My Dutch tourguide leading me in the wrong direction







More Churches







Not a bad view is it...Anjuna beach











Our beach hut for a few days at Arembol beach







Some people we met along the way
























The truck was so overloaded the bridge caved in under its weight.



Goa is Indians second smallest states, with a coast line that is almost littered with picturesque beaches, palm trees and in some parts hippies who never left the party after Goa's infamous hash-fueled hippy era. Along its coast Goa's beaches change as much as its clientèle. In the North you can find beach with sea shore huts with there main residents being backpackers and hippies. As you go further south to what some say are the nicer beaches you'll find package holiday central. At various places in the middle there are some late night outdoor rave parties still continuing on from there hay day in the late eighties and nineties. Even dough the local government banned loud music in open air spaces between 10pm and 6 am to curb the ever increasing party scene, thankfully with a little bribery these parties, all dough considerably smaller and less frequent, continue today.

As arranged with our shipping agent we needed to be back in Mumbai by the 2nd of December in order to complete the week long exportation process and finally say goodbye to the car. That gave us just under 2 weeks to soak up the sun and drink several lemonades on a few of Goa's beaches. At the time of writing, Ireland is attempting to be the first western country to become fully submerged under rain water. For those who are reading this from the motherland, I am thinking of ye when I wake up at around midday to a clear sky and 32 deg C heat. I probably spend another few minutes wondering how you are getting as I lay my towel down on the beach and dive into the beautiful warm Arabian sea. After about 4 or five hours messing around on the beach, its in the evenings when I worry about you most. Luke normally consoles me by dragging me out for a few beers in a local bar or a party on the beach. Unfortunately this process just seems to continue everyday here. I think you can all tell how home sick I am.